Growing up never tasted so good
Today marks the beginning of my last week of school. I’m excited to finish my last assignments and allow myself to do things that aren’t homework when I have time off from work (like blog!). I still have a lot of work to do, but I’ll be back later this week with a fun post. Until then, I leave you with what I hope was not a representation of my food choices these past four years…
Remember those awful chain e-mails your friends always forwarded to you? I hated them. Actually, I probably loved them when I got my first e-mail address at age 8 (smiley89@aol.com) since I loved having anything in my inbox at that stage of my life. Seriously, what other e-mail would an 8-year-old get? Thirteen years and multiple inboxes later, I’m not asking for more electronic correspondence. Still, I do enjoy the rare personal e-mail from a friend that directs you to a link, story, picture she thought you may be interested in seeing. My sister sent me one of those e-mails this week, and my first instinct was to forward it to all of my interested friends. But then I decided blogging about it would be better.
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I kind of wish frozen custard was Missouri’s food instead of toasted ravioli, but that’s because I only have a mild appreciation for Italian food, and I love Ted Drewes. As for Illinois, I’m not surprised it’s deep dish pizza. That stuff is legend here.
Does the map represent your state’s food well? And will someone from South Dakota explain what chislic is?
